Wreaking Havoc

Chapter 8: All Of My Sins I Would Repeat

Hayle's POV

One would think that after years of shutting your emotions down, that a mafia man would be the least likely to get me to open up.

I wasn't denying the fact that he was good-looking. His sharp features and chiseled body could attract anybody, but his tattoos added to the masterpiece that was Shayde. How did he manage to worm his way to my heart?

My stomach growled, telling me that staying in my bedroom for another three hours to avoid Shayde was not an option. Hesitantly, I opened my door a crack to peak out. Coast is clear, no Shayde, I repeat, no Shayde.

The kitchen wasn't far from my room, and so far I hadn't seen the man yet. HA! The peanut butter is here! Nothing makes me happier than peanut butter. Grabbing a spoon, I began to dig into what I call heaven in a jar.

"Still think you own the peanut butter, hmm?" He growled in my ear as his hands wrapped around my waist.

"Y-yes. I m-mean N-no." He began sucking on my neck.

"Hmm, you smell so sweet." 

"W-what are you doing?" Shit, I moaned. He smirked against my flaming hot skin.

"You like that, don't you, little one?"  He teased.

"No." He froze at my command before growling. His strong arms spun me so that my back was against the wall, arms pinned above my head. 

"You kissed me. Don't tell me you don't feel the same way." He continued his torture on my neck. I think he's given me a hickey or maybe hickeys. 

"I don't feel-oh!" He grabbed my ass. 

"Really? This is not turning you on? I think your body betrays your words, my little badass." He chuckled before letting my arms drop.

"I can't do this with you! You just want to get me in bed and then throw me away like every other girl you've fucked!" If looks could kill, I would be a skeleton and ten feet under. 

"No! That is not what this is! I-Fuck! I don't know what I feel. I've never felt this way. And it's so fucking annoying that you know so much about me, but I don't know shit about you!"

"You don't want to know me."

Shayde's POV

"You don't want to know me." She said while looking at the floor.

"Why wouldn't I want to know you?"

"Because, I've been broken and used too many times to be loved. I cannot have love, therefore I'm incapable of having any kind of relationship." Her voice sounded monotone as if she was reciting the words from memory. 

Using one hand, I grasped her chin gently. She flinched at my gentle touch, while looking at me with empty eyes.

"At least tell me your name."

"I can't. I'm to remain nameless because I don't deserve to be known. I am nothing." Again, it seemed as if these words had been drilled into her.

"Hey. Snap out of it!" I shook her shoulders gently as she blinked rapidly.

"No. No. No," She chanted, "I've worked too hard for this to happen again."

"I'm not going to say it's going to be okay, because shit doesn't turn out okay. Shit is shit and you get through it, but I will say I'm willing to help."

"Why are you so intent on getting to know me?"

"I honestly don't know. I know that I like you. A lot. I care for you, and I've fallen for you harder than I thought possible."

"I haven't had someone tell me they care before." She sniffled before a single tear slid from the corner of her eye, down her cheek. My arms instinctively reached for her, bringing her into my embrace. I held her there for a couple of minutes before she spoke.

"Hayle Holden." She spoke softly into my chest.

"What?"

"Hayle Holden. That's my name." I felt a surge of happiness? I hadn't felt happy in years.

"Hayle," I let her name roll off my tongue, "That's a beautiful name, little one."

"Thanks." She whispered, burrowing into my chest as if it was the one place that she could be safe.

"It's getting late. Why don't you go to bed?" She didn't move an inch.

"I'm too tired to move." I chuckled lightly before carrying her bridal style up to her room. I gently laid her small form in the large bed. I was going to leave, but I felt a small hand on my arm.

"Please stay." She mumbled.

"Why?" I whispered.

"You make the nightmares go away." She whispered, half asleep. 

I took my jacket off along with my dress shirt and pants, leaving me in my boxers. She moved a little to give me room in her bed. One question echoed through my head. How did I make the nightmares go away? I felt her shift so that she was curled into my chest. 

All of my sins, I would repeat if they lead me to this peaceful moment again.

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Hello Beauties!!!

My Shayle feels! These two can be so infuriating, and then change into the most adorable couple! 

Hayle told Shayde her name!!! You will see later on, why that's a big deal to her!

IMPORTANT!!! I'm going on vacation this week, so there won't be any updates until next week. Sorry! I promise to give you either one big chapter or two chapters that week! Until next time!

-teambuckybarnes